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Monday, August 28, 2006

Who Needs Crabby Poetry

There is something about kids’ poetry that grabs me. For starters it is almost always funny and as far as I can make out the poet is not a pretentious twat. And even if he is, he is pretty darned good at not coming across as one. Though some poetry is fairly dark – Nash for instance.

Honestly what is with these wannabe poets who insist on bombarding the world with their crabby cribs? Am I interested in your shitty upbringing and Freudian complexes? I should hope not. I have problems of my own and these I write in a ridiculous outdated diary that will never be publicly unveiled let alone find its way into a blog.

Seriously unless you have a medical condition that requires community help, spare me. If you have to kill yourself, I advise electrocution.

Silly rhyme favourites: Shel Silverstein, Lewis Carroll, Ogden Nash and a whole lot more. And if we ever get to books : HH Munroe (SAKI) and Oscar Wilde any day of the year. And yes I do read Eliot and Shakespeare’s sonnets mostly because I have my second year MA to complete. Check my previous post. I never did find Wodehouse witty - silly yeah. Sue me.